Your Highness always wants to attack me

Chapter 140 The Immortal on the Cloud (23)

Originally, the disciples who have reached the golden core do not need to come to the teaching hall anymore.

But since Ci Jing knew that Ming Cen had to go to class for two hours this month, he unshakably went to the teaching hall to report every day.

On this day, Ming Cen finished teaching the last six sword moves, and when he was about to leave, Su Gu stopped Ming Cen again: "Xianjun!"

Ming Cen trembled reflexively: "What's wrong?"

Su Gu still looked very shy: "Xianjun, tomorrow's secret realm competition...will you go?"

Ming Cen nodded: "Yes."

Not only will she go, but she will also enter the secret realm with them.

The two ancient secret realms that have been discovered by the world now, apart from the Yuanyuan secret shared by all sects, the Baiyue secret realm is only owned by Jianzong.

The Baiyue Secret Realm will be open to all the outer disciples in the sect ten days before the apprenticeship ceremony, to provide reference for the elders and hall masters to accept disciples, and all the rare treasures obtained by the disciples in the secret realm belong to individuals.

Therefore, for the outer disciples, being able to enter the White Moon Secret Realm means that they have the opportunity to encounter opportunities and a stepping stone to become a powerful monk.

Inner disciples are not allowed to enter the secret realm together with outer disciples, they will enter after the apprenticeship ceremony is over.

At the beginning, Ming Cen thought it was because her cultivation had regressed so much that she had broken contact with the natal sword.

But when she was with Ci Jing that day, she tried to resonate with the natal sword again, but noticed something abnormal.

"Are you saying that something seems to have forcibly cut off the connection between you and the natal sword?" Cijing asked.

Ming Cen frowned: "Yes, Jing Xu is not far away from me, but I can't recall it."

"That may have been sealed by something like a barrier or a magic circle..." The young man's thick long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his slender fingers subconsciously bent against his fair chin, "I want to seal the sky." It would be impossible to achieve the level spirit sword without the support of extremely abundant spiritual power..."

It cannot be recalled, and the natal sword is sealed, but it is very close.

A place full of spirit...

where is it...

The index finger snapped, and the boy raised his eyes: "It's Baiyue Secret Realm!"

Isn't the place with the most aura on Buzhou Mountain the White Moon Secret Realm?
Thinking of the Baiyue Secret Realm, a past event came to Ci Jing's mind: "I remember that Dabihua Hanshuang also went to the secret realm the year before last, but it was led by the head of the team at that time, and her injuries were still serious, but she Still go."

Every year, the competition in the secret realm will be led by a powerful monk above the cave to ensure the safety of the disciples in the secret realm.

Back then, there were two great experts who entered the secret realm together with their disciples. In fact, this kind of situation had never happened before, but it was very strange for Hua Hanshuang to enter the secret realm with injuries.

What's more, shortly after the master apprenticeship ceremony ended, rumors spread in the Zongli that Xiangsui Xianjun had lost contact with Benmingjian.

And Ming Cen also said that the location of the shock is not far from here.

In all likelihood, it was sealed somewhere in Baiyue Secret Realm by Hua Hanshuang.

"Hua Hanshuang can't use Jingxu, and it's easy to attract suspicion if she keeps it." Ci Jing thought about it, "But she was seriously injured at the time, so naturally she couldn't send Jingxu out without anyone noticing it. , then she probably chose to use the spiritual power in the secret territory to seal the shock inside."

Ming Cen was puzzled: "But she sealed Jingxu in the secret realm of Baiyue, if the disciples or Da Neng who entered the country found her, wouldn't it be a waste of success?"

Ci Jing smiled lightly, couldn't help patting the tip of her nose, and said: "My little fairy, Hua Hanshuang is also a Mahayana monk at any rate, and Wuyuanzong's magic circle is the best in the world, and there is a white moon secret realm Blessed with boundless spiritual power, do you think anyone in this sword sect can see through her seal except Immortal Zhaoling?"

Ming Cen was choked, but she forgot that Hua Hanshuang also had the title of Sovereign of Wuyuan Sect.

"In this case, the secret realm will be opened just once this month. Then I will follow the disciples to enter." Ming Cen made up his mind.

Speaking of the Great Competition in the Secret Realm, Ci Jing immediately remembered something, narrowed her beautiful phoenix eyes, and suddenly called her in a low voice: "Xianjun..."

"Huh?" Mingcen looked over, "What's wrong?"

The young man blinked awkwardly: "Are you going to accept that man named Su Gu as your apprentice?"

The tone was aggrieved, as if it wasn't Ming Cen who was crying just now, but him.

Ming Cen also blinked, and asked back, "How do you know?"

The handsome young man didn't answer her question, but leaned over quickly, put his arms on the edge of the bed, and wrapped Ming Cen under his body.

Frightened by his sudden action, Ming Cen shrank his neck reflexively, and leaned back, trying to widen the dangerous distance.

The young man obviously noticed her little thoughts, and followed her movement to hide back, and moved the hand that was propped on the edge of the bed into it.

The warm and aggressive breath hit again, Ming Cen's body was lowered and lowered, and finally he was forced to fall on the bed, and then he was tightly trapped by the boy's body that followed him. Not coming.

On the soft bed, gold and silver are intertwined.The youth's ink-like long hair hung down from his shoulders, brushing against Ming Cen's tightly pursed lips from time to time.

Itchy.

Looking at the handsome face so close at hand, Ming Cen couldn't help swallowing.

The atmosphere became inexplicably ambiguous.

The young man's eyes as deep as a secluded pool glanced at the ear tips of the person below him who were gradually turning red, his thin red lips curled up, and he smiled softly.

That voice was like a small hook, making her heart crisp and numb.

"Can you not accept him?"

The boy's bony long fingers lifted the hair that had just fallen on Ming Cen's lips, made a circle between his fingers, and kissed a certain kitten whose face was getting redder and redder: "How about it?" ..."

The heartbeat was so loud that Ming Cen could no longer look at him directly, his head was dizzy.

Seeing that she seemed to be letting go, Ci Jing continued his efforts, coaxing in a soft voice: "I am smarter and more powerful than him, can you accept me?"

Ming Cen was dazzled by the beauty, and when he was about to nod along with the young man, his mind suddenly cleared up a little, and he struggled: "No, no, I promised, won't it hurt his heart if I go back on it now?"

The young man's long eyelashes like crow's feathers drooped down, casting a faint shadow under his eyes, and he lowered his hands around his hair, and he suddenly moved a little closer, causing the already tense person to tense up in an instant.

"You refused to promise me because you were afraid that Su Gu would be sad. Then I would be sad too. Why are you still avoiding me?"

Ming Cen was slightly taken aback, the hand that was about to push him away froze in place.

He seemed to be really sad, and he didn't deliberately pretend to be wronged like before.

(End of this chapter)